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slipping away | b.b.

summary: and now, he’s not your bucky anymore.

WARNINGS: ANGST, hospital talk, swearing, vomitting,  pairing: amnesiac modern!bucky x reader word count: 5.3k

a/n: a small study on a long-term relationship and the strains and disagreements that come into it. it’s been a hot sec since i’ve posted any marvel stuff. still tryna get back into writing for bucky, but this is written for @mushyjellybeans​​. prompt is bolded :)

“I don’t think this is something we should be arguing about,” you mutter, throwing your phone down into your bag as Bucky’s grip on the wheel only intensifies. You slide your bag down by your feet, stretching your legs against the red carpet of his newly refurbished Mustang. If there’s one thing you haven’t argued about yet, it’s the renovated ‘87 Mustang Bucky’s done over with his father, not completely done yet, but still, it looks hell of a lot better than it did before. “It shouldn’t have been made an issue tonight, of all nights.”

“You wanted to make it an issue.”

“Because all you ever want to do is fight!”

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Lavender

summary: Not every nightmare is the same and Bucky doesn’t always wake up as the man you know. 

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 5.9k

warnings: mentions of torture, nightmares

author’s note: So I’ve seen a lot of fics of Bucky waking up as the winter soldier after a nightmare, but I was curious… what happens if he wakes up as a different version of himself?

Sometimes, what ripped you from your sleep in the early hours of the morning, while the sun hung below the tree, wasn’t the kind of paralyzing, heart-wrenching scream that could tear through you like a knife. It wasn’t always sprinting down the hall at two in the morning or violent shaking, evading swinging fists and broken table lamps.

Sometimes, it was restless movements while he slept; tossing and turning, mumbling under his breath, words that would shatter your heart with every broken ache in his voice. Sometimes, it was clinging to you in his sleep, tears wet on his cheeks, sweat dampening the sheets under him. It was the kind of fear that left a lingering, unsettled feeling long beyond he opened his eyes.

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Drunk on You

summary: Bucky has always been nervous around you. When he’s tasked with caring for you after a night of heavy drinking and suddenly you’re kissing him, Bucky doesn’t know what to do. You couldn’t possibly want him sober, right?

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 5.4k

warnings: dirty(ish) talk (blink and you’ll miss it!) 🌸angsty/fluffy goodness 

author’s note: clearly I have a thing for soft and insecure Bucky…. let me know you think, babes!

Bucky rarely got a moment alone. His presence in the tower seemed to act as a magnet, drawing in hesitant, concerned glances and gentle prodding of ‘how you doin’ today, Buck?’ and ‘did you sleep alright?’

Not tonight. Tonight, Bucky sat alone in the dimly lit living room, propped up on the floor with his back pressed against the leg of a couch. He had started the night sitting atop the cushioning but found that he couldn’t stand how soft it was, almost like he was sinking. He had grown accustomed to the harder surfaces, it seemed.

The rest of the team had gone out to McGinny’s to celebrate the engagement of some SHIELD agent Bucky didn’t know the name of. Steve had all but begged him to come along. He had almost given when you had brushed your hand against his shoulder, telling him ‘it won’t be the same without you, Buck,’ before you nodded softly with that sweet smile of yours, giving him the permission he needed to have just a few moments to himself. He wanted to thank you, for noticing the anxiety that had settled in him the moment Steve brought it up, but all he could muster was a tight-lipped smile before he stalked off to his room to find the book Sam had lent him a few days back.

There were only a few pages left in his book when he heard the distant ding of the elevator pulling to a stop on his floor. Loud giggling followed as the doors slid open. Bucky froze, immediately recognizing the laugh as yours. He set his book at his side; his page long forgotten as he turned around the edge of the couch.

Draped against Sam’s arm, you were stumbling on your feet, knees wobbling as another burst of laughter echoed through the hall. You were without the nude heels you had left in a few hours earlier, the thin strap of your top fallen over your shoulder. Sam was doing his best to keep you upright, but he was swaying all on his own.

Your eyes lit up and suddenly Bucky realized he was standing as you took notice of him, arms reaching out in his direction though it nearly threw you off balance. “Bucky!”

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Little White Lie   —   One Shot

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes meets his perfect girl; sweet, funny, kind, smart… the only issue is that she has no idea who he is.

Warnings: Language, minor angst, fluff, very very very flight smut/references to smut, more fluff.

Words: 10k

A/N: Yooooooo here we go! New One shot! I’d love to hear your feedback <3

August, 2023 — One Year Post Thanos’ Defeat

Bucky is walking up the subway steps with his shoulders hunched and his head down when he hears the frantic yelp. His head snaps up, looking for the source of the shout.

“Help! He took my purse!” He spots you several meters ahead of him, getting up from where you’d been pushed to the ground, trying to run after a guy who’d stolen your bag.

You’re too shocked and dazed, you’ll never catch him, but unfortunately for the thief, he’s about to run right past Bucky. All he does is reach out and grab the guy. The momentum sends his feet out from under him, crashing down into the stairs painfully. Bucky leans down and plucks the black purse from his hands, looking up to find you slowing, eyes taking him in carefully as you approach.

The kid who’d taken your bag scrambles to his feet and flings himself further down the steps, toward the station platforms. Bucky would grab him again, but honestly, he can’t be bothered waiting for the police.

“Yours I assume?” He says, turning back to you and keeping his head down a little for when you inevitably recognise him in several seconds and jump back in fright. But you don’t, instead, your blinding smile catches him completely off guard and you take the bag from his hands.

“Thank you so much! Oh my gosh…” You still seem to be a little shocked, eyes looking past him to the disappeared thief.

“I thought it was gone! Thank you!”

“S’not a problem.” You’re lucky that it’s late at night and there aren’t any crowds of people trying to push past and around you both as you stand idly on the steps. Bucky looks away from you, a little uncomfortable with the intensity of your gaze.

“Uhm, I’d offer you something but all I have is—”

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Ahdjsjs CATFA where everything in the movie is the same except when Steve comes out of the chamber all buff and Hugeified the first thing he does is pull the elastic of his pants to check his dick size

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Blink Twice  --  One-Shot

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Zemo kidnaps Bucky and injects him with some sort of drug that paralyses him and takes away his ability to speak. He’s meant to die alone, in a ditch like he was supposed to back in 1944. But then someone finds him…

Warnings: cussing, people being mean to bucko, lots of softness, uhm… not really sure what else.

word count: 8289

“… and now Sergeant Barnes, I’m going to finish ruining your life. You should have died in a ditch in 1944. We’re about 80 years off, but don’t you worry about that…” Bucky gasps and struggles against the binds, but the one on his flesh arm is too strong, and his vibranium arm has already been taken from him. He glares up at Zemo, his nostrils flaring.

Where was Sam?

Zemo grins maniacally and turns away from him for a moment, to the table behind him. Bucky looks around the filthy motel room and grunts, trying the binds once again to no avail.

When Zemo turns, he has a syringe in his hand, which he flicks in the grim mimicking of a Doctor.

“This is going to cut off your executive functions from your brain. You’ll be able to feel everything, but unable to move from the neck down. You won’t be able to speak or scream. By the time your body is found, it will have run through your system. You’re going to die alone, and helpless Sergeant Barnes. Like you should.” Bucky’s eyes widen as Zemo draws near and he tries to think of something, anything to stop the other man.

Where the hell was sam?!

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fresh start

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Cap’s got the Chucks! ⭐

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✨Bucky grew a liking for his metal arm after that day✨

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Unknown Caller

Summary: Bucky meets a girl in a bar, but a completely different one through the phone.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Bucky being slightly hurt, a clumsy reader, and a lot of fluff.

Word Count: 3.3K

Author’s Notes: I had this idea a few months ago, wrote it, and now I changed most of the story. Any kind of feedback is appreciated!

There are things in life that don’t go well together, no matter how much people try making it happen. Whether weird combinations of food or patterns, there are things that weren’t meant to be together, ever. And one of those strange combinations was to find Bucky Barnes in a club. More specifically, on a Friday night, during peak hour.

This kind of place always brought him an uneasy feeling. The loud music, crowded space, and blinking lights worked perfectly as a “keep out” sign for him. That is until Sam and Steve decided that he should give it a shot. That it was a highly entertaining cultural activity, and that he was missing out.

“Maybe you can find the love of your life, man.” Sam’s words made Bucky snort, and Steve rolls his eyes. “Alright, it doesn’t need to be of your life. It can be the love of your weekend or the love of your Friday night.” The three of them looked between each other, falling into easy laughter before entering the building.

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The Recruit (5/?)

Summary: Becoming a SHIELD agent had been your dream and finally, you’ve achieved it. You’re at the top of your class in every field except one—hand to hand combat, and it doesn’t impress Captain Rogers in the slightest. Instead, it seems to convince him you’re useless, setting off a tense relationship between the two of you. In an effort to bridge the gap, Bucky offers to help you train to earn your way back into Steve’s good graces. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes (not Stucky)

Warnings: Probably some incorrect fight-speak.

Notes: Yikes, I’m sorry for the wait on this. The holidays thoroughly kicked by ass, but now that they’re over, I should be back to regularly updating! Enjoy. x

Training begins the day the cast comes off your wrist. An exact two weeks later, and Bucky’s pounding on your door at four AM, hair tied back and biceps - both flesh and gleaming black metal - on full display in his compression tank. Coupled with your sleepiness and just how unfairly attractive he is, your brain short-circuits for a minute when you first open the door.

“Up and at ‘em,” he orders, every bit the Sergeant you’d read about.

“Huh?” you reply dumbly, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Time for training, rookie.” The gleam in his eye lets you know he’s teasing, but still his face remains stoic. You glance over your shoulder.

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And this is why Sam is now Captain America

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team cap was like “ hydra infiltrated global governments for half a century and no one noticed, we all worked for nazis, the united states govt interests aren’t always moral, and humans shouldn’t be treated like weapons and stripped of their rights” and yall just threw a FIT lmaoooooo 

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Merry Christmas 

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The Promise of Later

Bucky X Reader

Summary: A mission requires you to travel back in time to put a tracker on Bucky, the biggest problem is that the past one seems to like you as much as the present one.

Warnings: swearing, implied smut, angst, sadness, lil bit of fluff (:

Takes place after Endgame (:

Requests are open! Feel free to send some my way (: I have a Ko-Fi in my bio ! Thank you for reading and enjoy (((:

“Buck...” you let out a soft breath and shoved at Bucky’s chest.

Bucky’s mouth continued his open-mouthed kisses on your neck, “Hmm?”

“Babe we’re gonna be late.” You whined, grabbing a fist full of his hair when he nibbled at your ear.

“No we won’t.” He whispered and began again, starting just behind your ear.

“Bucky we will be.” His kisses halted and he sighed, “This is important, remember?”

Bucky nodded and moved you off his lap, “I know. Steve wouldn’t be calling this meeting if it wasn’t important. For an old bastard, he sure doesn’t quit.”

“We can continue this later.” You chuckled and pressed a kiss to his nose, ignoring his comment about Steve.

It was better now to ignore his thoughts about Steve, especially if you were about to go somewhere. Bucky could rant endlessly about Steve. He was always in a sour mood because of the old man. You knew it was the sadness of the knowledge that Steve left him, so you always made sure to affirm to Bucky you wouldn’t do the same.

Bucky’s eyes drifted to yours mischievously, you knew how much he loved the promise of later. Bucky was going to see it as a reward rather than anything else. A reward for dealing with Steve.

“Then by all means, let’s go.”

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You raced upstairs with Bucky, only to enter the conference room with Sam and Steve, Steve looked at his watch and frowned.

“We were set to start ten minutes ago.” He stated.

You pulled Bucky into the seat next to you, “Sorry we’re late.”

“I can only imagine why.” He mumbled, you reached under the table and grabbed Bucky’s hand, he was tense.

“Shall we get on with it?” Sam asked, he tapped his fingers uncomfortably on the table.

“Yes, of course.” Steve paused and took a drink of water, “There’s been an incident. See, now that everyone is back, Hydra and other terrorist groups are forming back together. There was a direct attack on an Avengers building where important documents were kept. The problem is that many files were destroyed that hadn’t been digitalized for whatever reason. We lost important files about Hydra buildings that Bucky and I retrieved back in the forties. Unfortunately, neither of our words have a say, so it was suggested to me that we send Y/N back in time, put a tracker on Bucky, have her stay back until we get all the necessary information.”

“Why Y/N?” Bucky grumbled, you sensed his discomfort and knew it was because the last time someone left him for the past, they didn’t come back.

“She’s the only one that I’m sure you trust to get intimate with your past self to thus put the tracker on.” Steve replied uneasily.

“Why would she have to get intimate with him for this?” Sam piped up, you could feel anxiety building in the pit of your own stomach.

“We can’t have past-Bucky finding it.” Steve answered, “Putting it on clothes is risky, on skin is less likely to fall off, but he can’t find it or the mission is a bust. Plus, we need someone who can consistently have contact with him. I’m guessing that Y/N in a nurse’s outfit is sure to allure him. No offense but you were quite the lady’s man Buck.” Steve chuckled.

“You’re not sending Y/N back in time for this.” Bucky growled. “She could get hurt, or killed even! There’s too many what if’s. Do we really need the information that badly?”

“Yes! It has important files! And if you really don’t have faith in your girl that much—“

“Don’t I get a say?” You spoke up, you dropped Bucky’s hand. “I’m more than capable of protecting myself, and I think I could charm past-Bucky. I can do this mission.”

Steve nodded and gestured to you, “She’s in. I think it’s best you give her advice Bucky, that way she can know how to act—“

“She’s not doing this.” Bucky slammed his fist on the table and left the room.

“Buck—“

“Y/N, this is important. Hydra is starting up again. I need you to go and get this tracker on Bucky because it was also give us information on where he was kept. The files don’t state it anymore, but you and I both know where he was. We need the files just in case. You never know when the government is going to trial him again.”

“I can do this Steve, just let me talk to him.” He nodded and handed you a mission report. You left to go find Bucky.

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You found Bucky on the roof of the compound, he was hunched over the railing looking out at the water.

“Hey.” You mumbled, you kept your hands in your pocket and waited for him to invite you over.

Bucky didn’t say anything or move for several moments, “I can’t lose you.” He finally said. “I’ve lost everything. I can’t lose you too.”

“You won’t.” You stepped over to him and ducked under his arm to put it around you, “I have to do this, for you.”

“For me?” Bucky pulled away, “This is in no way for me! You know the past me isn’t like this? You’re going to like him more!” Bucky gestured to his body, “He isn’t damaged. There’s nothing I have over him.”

“Bucky I want you. Every little bit of you, including the damaged parts. Trust me, past-Bucky can charm me as much he wants, but at the end of the day it’s you I’m coming home to, not him. I love you, you’re not going to lose me.” You moved toward him and he stepped back.

“Yes I am.” He shook his head and you saw his lip quiver, “You can say anything, but that doesn’t mean you won’t change your mind.”

You shook your head, “Bucky please don’t do this. The only person I’ve ever loved is you, it’s gonna be awful to go back and time and see a different person with the same face as you and know that I have to touch him and pretend he’s you.”

“Then don’t do it.” He stepped towards you, “decline the mission, stay here with me.”

“You know I can’t. The government can decide to put you on trial anytime now, and now we don’t have the files that prove where you’ve been the past 70 years. Let me take care of this, and then I’ll come back.”

“You don’t have to, doll. We can figure that out when we get to it.” You sighed.

“Look at my mission report with me, I need all the help I can get babe.” Bucky grimaced.

“You can’t do this.” He paused, “you wouldn’t do this to me.”

“Bucky I need to do this for you I promise once it’s over I’ll be right back by your side, and I won’t leave your side ever.” Bucky grimaced.

“I just know that you’re going to do this no matter how much I beg you not to. I don’t like this. I really don’t like this.” He sighed, “But I’m gonna help you, because I need you back, and...” Bucky stopped.

“Buck?” You stepped over to him and watched him look slowly up at you.

“If I lose you at least I can say I did my best to help you.”

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Three days later you were standing on what you’d describe as a portal, wearing a red and white suit. Steve was busy explaining the time travel watch to you while Bucky and Sam stood off to the side.

You felt horrible. Bucky hadn’t slept in days, he hardly even spoke to you unless it was advice about the way you should act.

Your mission was relatively simple, you would enter the camp and turn in your false papers to be a nurse for only long enough to heal Bucky after he returned with the Howling Commandos. Next you would charm him and attempt to sleep with him, and hopefully plant the tracker on him somewhere he wouldn’t find it. You would then travel to the next week to get the results of his tracked locations, and then come back. You had plenty of Pym Particles, you couldn’t possibly make any mistakes.

Steve patted your shoulder, “That’s all you gotta do, are you ready?” You turned to Bucky who had his jaw clenched tightly.

“One second.” You stepped away and walked over to Bucky, “I love you, and I’ll be back soon, before you know it.” Bucky didn’t meet your eye.

He hugged you tightly, as if it would be the last time he ever did, you saw tears in his eyes. Once he let go, he walked right out of the room. Sam frowned but wrapped his arms around you.

“Be safe Y/N, don’t worry I’ll take care of him for the hour you’ll be gone.” You chuckled.

“Thanks Sam, I’ll see you soon.”

With that you stood back on the plate form and gave a thumbs up to Steve before it felt like you were falling for hours.

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When you opened your eyes, you were in a dingy bathroom. You quickly changed out of your suit and shrunk it like you were told, hiding it in your small bag. You slipped your watch into your pocket and left the stall. Your white blouse tucked into your skirt was a little ruffled from the ride, and your tight curls were a little out of place. You took the time to adjust it before putting on more lipstick. You left the bathroom and made way to your ride to the camp, it was a lot colder than you expected.

You showed the man your papers and then he sent you a look up and down, “A nurse, huh? I got a couple areas I’d let you heal.” He chuckled, “Hop in.”

The ride was bumpy, and you hated the creepy stares of the driver. It was a bad idea to call him out according to Bucky. Men in war didn’t see a lot of ladies, they were always looking to get something. Once you finally got to the camp, you raced to where you needed to turn your papers in, and the driver had just told you it was an hour until the Commandos would be back.

You finally got to the captain, and handed him your papers, “Hello sir, I’m here to be a nurse.” He glanced for only a moment.

“Green tent in the middle.” He handed them back and you smiled again, when he didn’t even face you, you just nodded and went to the green tent.

There was three other women inside, and one man ordering them around. You went straight to the doctor and handed him your papers.

“I don’t need these, get to work.” He grumbled and you went and copied everything the other nurses were doing.

It felt like no time had passed when you heard the familiar sound of Bucky’s voice. “New girl, go bring those men in here!” The doctor ordered.

You went outside and bumped straight into the shoulder of Bucky, he caught you easily with a beam, “Sorry about that.” His eyes looked so mischievous.

“Are you hurt soldier?” You asked carefully and pulled out of his grip with an embarrassed blush.

“Sargent.” He corrected, his confidence was oozing, “And for you sugar, just maybe.” He shot you a wink while other soldiers piled into the tent. “You’re new aren’t you? I haven’t seen you before.”

“Yes I’m new, do you get injured often?” He followed you into the tent, you led him to a bed far away from the doctor and other nurses.

“Well, being part of the 107 and the Commandos is dangerous work.” Your eyebrows shot up.

“You’re part of the Commandos? Like with Captain America?” He grinned and nodded.

“I’m his right hand man, Sargent Barnes.” You blushed as he grabbed your hand to press a kiss to the back. “And you are?”

“I’m Y/N.” He quirked up and smirked.

“Y/N...that’s just the prettiest name for the prettiest dame.” You rolled your eyes playfully at him.

“What injuries do you have?” You asked carefully, he had a suave smirk on his face.

Bucky stood up and towered over you, slipping his shirt over his head. He pointed to a small stab wound below his collar bone. It didn’t need stitches but you could tell it needed to be cleaned.

“I can manage that.” You smiled at him, “Sit down Sarge.” You knew the nickname to this day still riled Bucky up.

He looked at you with a delighted smile, “Yes ma’am.” He sat down and you placed a hand on his other shoulder to keep him steady while you cleaned his wound.

“How long are you gonna be here?” He questioned when your hand moved to his chest.

“A couple days until I’m restationed.” You answered and he frowned.

“I know already that I’m going to miss you.” He plastered his smirk on again, “Not everyday an angel is right before a man.”

“You’re starting to make me sad I’ll have to leave.” You said it with a careful tone, before looking at him, and eyeing his lips.

Bucky caught you and grinned, “Why don’t we make the most of it?” His hand moved over yours.

“How about later?” You whispered suggestively, his pupils darkened instantly.

“When are you off?” He questioned, “I’ll come meet you here.”

“As soon as everyone here is taken care of.” He nodded and stood up, pulling his shirt on slowly.

“I’ll see you soon, doll.”

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You felt surprisingly nervous to see Bucky again. He wasn’t much like your Bucky. This Bucky had seen brighter days and you could tell. You couldn’t help but think his short hair was handsome, especially with his stubble. You missed your Bucky more than anything.

You saw him stroll over, waving to a couple other men. When he laid his eyes on you, he beamed and very obviously checked you out. What he didn’t know was that you had your nursing bag with you to attempt to put the tracker on him.

“Hi Sarge.” You blinked at him innocently.

He had shaved and cleaned himself up, “Hey doll, long time no see.” You followed him through a maze of tents until you reached a secluded one. “Best tent in the whole camp.” He winked and opened the door for you.

He zipped it after you came in, you set your bag down on a little table. There was various science novels and a couple letters tucked away neatly. His cot was freshly made, and his lantern was dimmed.

“Pretty nice huh?” You looked at him with a giggle and nodded.

“It’s very homely.” Bucky moved closer and pressed his lips to yours.

“I’ve been waiting to do this all day.” He chuckled, “Your lipstick has been driving me nuts.” You kissed him back, feeling guilt rise up.

You pulled a needle out of your pocket and stuck it in his arm, biting his lip to cover. Bucky grumbled lowly before he almost fell backwards. You caught him easily and lowered him down, you then reached into your bag and got a scalpel and the tracking device.

You made short work of taking his shirt off. You turned him over on his stomach and did a small incision close to his hairline. You stuck the tiny device in and grabbed the tool Dr. Cho made to heal wounds. You shut the wound and flipped Bucky onto his back, sticking everything back into your bag.

You shook Bucky softly and luckily he didn’t wake up. You then tugged his pants off but left his underwear on, taking a small moment to study him before you’d leave. He had a carefree look on his face that you rarely saw your Bucky have. This Bucky had few scars, while your Bucky was litered with them. You knew he wasn’t as hurt as your Bucky, but he wasn’t your Bucky.

You took one last look before you slapped your watch on and time jumped a week into the future. You kept your monitor open to watch his location. Within the next several hours of sitting in the cold, Bucky’s body was finally moved to his prison for the next 70 years.

Your watch began beeping, but you began crying. It hurt so badly to leave Bucky to be tortured. You wanted to help him. Before you could even try, the watch brought you back to the present.

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You stumbled when you came out of the portal and Sam sturdied you. “Woah woah, you’re safe.” You took the helmet off and took a couple big breaths.

Steve peaked around the controls, his white hair combed back as neatly as always, “Did you get it?”

You nodded, “I got it. Where’s Bucky?” You asked as you handed Steve your bag. “I want to see him.”

“Bucky is out by the lake, sulking.” Sam sighed, “Tin-man is too preoccupied with the idea you’re not coming back, that he didn’t even come to see you get here.”

“Thanks Sam.” You shook your head and started on the walk to the dock. You quickly took off your suit and tossed it in Tony’s dirty lab that Peter sometimes holed himself in. You hated the stupid 40’s nurse outfit but you were too tired to care about changing, all you wanted was to see Bucky and then go to bed.

You saw Bucky sitting on a bench with his elbows resting on his knees while he looked at the ground, “Buck!” You yelled, he looked up and did a quick double take.

Bucky stood up and met you halfway, dodging your attempt at a hug, “How’d it go?” He had dried tear tracks on his cheeks.

“I got everything I needed. I missed you though.” You tried to cradle his jaw but he pulled away.

“Yeah? And how was it? Me, in the past? Was I a good lay?” He grumbled and you raised your eyebrows.

“I guess we’ll both never know.” He stopped and stared at you carefully.

“You didn’t ha—“

“No.” You cut him off, “Look, all I did was kiss you to distract you, then I knocked you out.”

“Why didn’t you?-“

“Why would I? I already have you Buck.” You grabbed his metal hand and he stared at your intwined hands. “Like I said, I missed you.”

“You we’re gone for an hour, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so worried about you ever.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “I’m sorry about the way I acted.”

You shook your head, “Buck you have every right to be hurt, okay?”

He nodded at you carefully, “I love you. I hope I was a gentleman to you.”

You grinned, “Yes, you were pretty sweet. A bit of a hormonal—“

“Woah woah that’s enough doll, I’m glad I was sweet.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your lips softly. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, looks like your lipstick got smeared.”

“Yeah? And you know what I’m thinking about for later?” You teased and Bucky grinned and scooped you up bridal-style.

“Hopefully exactly what I am.” Bucky pressed another kiss to your lips.

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A/N: I’m sorry if I cut this a bit short, I haven’t written in a while because I just finished my first quarter of college !! I did pretty good and I love living away from home but I haven’t had a lot of time to do much else. I’m hoping to write a lil bit more before I go back for winter quarter but who knows ? I want to try posting regularly again (: writing is one of the only things to make me feel sane lmao

Anyways I hope you all have happy holidays ! 💜Mel